[verse 1 – brotha lynch hung] they call me mr. sicca-love-a-kiss quick to yell out “fucc a b*tch!” thinkin’ n*gg* quick stuck ’em with the situation i tuck a fifth ready to straight up cut the skin off i’m a little off, see they lame, brains hang out insane gang stranged out i’m sicc of this, i’ma get venomous (?insinamous?), step fangs hang out insane in the brained out, no thang stangs ever came out split your liver, you better get your kids, i’ll break the house with samurais, turn the whole family into eggs and chowder i’m so crazy ’bout her, i call her my switchb*tch stick it up in you, taking out your insides put the rest in the ditch quick i’ma eat like hannibal, cannibal, wild vill sh*t having a n*gg* bust melodies, yelling like johnny gillsh*t i’m a new addition to strange, we about to kill sh*t yeah we all sicc in the brain, no major record deal sh*t yeah, we all carry the thangs, plastic and steel sh*t put it up in your veins and find it n*gg*, we will siccem!